by Thomas Keister

Good merciful God or (insert diety here), would somebody, anybody, please muster up the courage to tell this withered bag of skank to put a fucking jacket on? A lifetime of handjobbing whoever happened to be within arms' length, and this is the result? Maybe you oughta go wax your daughter's eyebrow, maybe that would tone up your dickbeaters. Seriously, Madonna has went well beyond hot, sex symbol, or whatever delusional state she's residing in at present, cause last time I saw an arm like this on somebody, they were a fixin' to close the casket. Go dial up a plastic surgeon. Maybe six or seven of them.